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Thursday, August 6, 2015

**** Review & Release Day For When An Omega Snaps By Eve Langlais ****

Losing control is unheard of until he meets

HER.

Oh My Gods!!! You have to read this book. I did not think

these books could get any better. But oh my this was one hot

little book. A word of warning make sure you do not have

anything else to do. As you will be so stuck in the book, you

will lose track of time. This book had me in stitches, A

wonderful combination of sexy and funny that only eve can

deliver. Oh I love Leo, he is such a wonderful character, he's

sweet, kind, strong, & such a big o'l teddy bear ( that is for

a Ligar). And Meena what a wild child. She loves to have fun,

the problem is trouble seems to find her. And is the reason

she is now with the pride. Seems she caught the interest of

someone who can not take no for an answer. It seems that

no matter where Meena goes thing go wrong. It's not her

fault, but it dose make for a great book. So now Leo has to

protect Meena, well if she leaves anyone for him to protect

her from. He is so much fun, and they way she drive him

crazy was so fun to read. I love that the Pride ladies are

tough women, who kick butt. I do
hope you enjoy this book

as much as I did. If you do like this book, please consider

leaving a review.The Authors really like
it when you do,the value your opinions too.

Leo is the calm guy. The nice guy. The one nobody screws with. So
could someone explain that to Meena so she stops driving him insane—with
desire.

When Meena literally throws herself at Leo and declares he’s her
mate, his first reaction is to deny—and run far, far away. This
lion/tiger mix doesn’t do drama and chaos. Problem is, once he sets eyes
on her, he can’t help but want the vivacious blonde with plus-sized
curves, perfect for a big man like himself. He wants her even if it breaks all his rules when it comes to women.
Wants her even if she destroys his serenity.
Wants her more than a perfectly grilled piece of steak with a dash of garlic, pepper, and salt.

Thing is, someone else wants her too.

This poor omega is about to have his world turned upside down, which
means everyone better watch out because when Leo experiences love,
jealousy, and frustration for the first time, he doesn’t just snap—he
roars!

A Lion’s Pride Series: Each can be read as a stand a alone.

Chapter One

Leo was just minding his own business when he heard someone shout, “Heads up! Or is that heads down?”

Thunk.

Either way it didn’t matter. Leo caught the Frisbee with his noggin,
which, given he was in the lobby of the condo complex he lived in,
didn’t impress him one bit.

Some might have acted on that irritation—gone after the Frisbee
tosser and scalped her. Others would have engaged in an unladylike
tussle. But as the Pride’s omega, he had a certain standard to adhere
to. Leo let the irritation roll off his really wide—so wide the college
football coach almost cried when he wouldn’t play—shoulders.

With a nonchalance and calm that Leo strove to teach others, he kept
walking toward the elevator, which happened to be where the purple disc
landed. He refrained from crushing it. No need to blame the disc just
because its thrower had poor aim.

An unfamiliar scent—feline and delicious—surrounded and brushed past
him as a woman skipped by, intent on the Frisbee. The blonde, whom he
didn’t recognize, stooped over to grab the plastic disc, her cropped
athletic shorts molding every curve of her made-for-gripping ass and
nibble-worthy thighs.

Everything about her was big, bold, and luscious.

Yummy. And it wasn’t just his inner beast that thought so.

Who is this delicious handful? He didn’t recall meeting her, and he certainly wouldn’t have forgotten her.

The unknown woman straightened and faced him, and by face him, he
meant almost eye to eye, which was unheard of given he boasted a height
of almost seven feet. Yet this woman with the wicked curves must have
stood at least six foot one or a touch more.

She wasn’t dainty, not by any stretch, not with the way her impressive breasts strained at her T-shirt, distorting the cartoon on it
that said, Delicate Freakn’ Flower. Her indented waist was accented by the flare of her hips, the quirk of her lips matched by the mirth in her eyes.

While not a man to allow himself to indulge in strong emotion, Leo
was suddenly possessed of a powerful urge to drag this

woman into his
arms and…do decadent things that would get even his steady heart racing.

“Well, hello there, big fellow. I don’t think we’ve met.”

Indeed they hadn’t, or he would have remembered her—and remembered to
avoid her because anyone could see by the saucy tilt to her hips and
the appraising look in her eye that she spelled trouble.

Leo didn’t do trouble. He preferred calm moments. Serene outings.
Quiet evenings. Very quiet. A quiet she disrupted with her Frisbee
antics, so he took her to task. “You’re not supposed to play Frisbee
inside. It’s one of the association rules.” He’d know since he helped
draft them.

Leo liked rules, and he expected people to follow them. When any
group of predators lived in close proximity, keeping hot tempers under
control was important, hence his job to enforce the edicts and keep the
peace.

“Aw, come on. Are you telling me there’s no playing inside either?”
Her plump lower lip jutted. “Do you know I got in trouble by a nice
policeman for playing on the street? Which was totally unfair. As if it
was my fault that guy wasn’t pay attention and rear ended someone at the
red light.”

“You were playing in the road?”

“Road, sidewalk, does it really matter? What’s more important is, if I
can’t play inside, and I can’t play outside, where is a girl supposed
to play?”

Upstairs, eleventh floor, condo unit 1101. His bedroom had plenty of
room. Of course the sport he pictured didn’t involve any props. Nor did
it include any clothes. But telling her she could play with him naked
probably wasn’t the answer she looked for. “We don’t play in the city.
Not enough room. That’s what the ranch is for.”

“Ah, the farm. That place is still around? Awesome.”

“You know of it?” He frowned. While not a closely guarded secret,
only those with permission were allowed on the property. Since Leo
tended to curate that list, he tended to know anyone who visited. But he
couldn’t place her. “Who are you? I don’t think I’ve seen you around
before.”

“Yeah, it’s been a while since I visited. That’s what happens when a
girl gets banned for a few years because of a few silly
misunderstandings. Explode one carved pumpkin and people lose their
minds. I see the lobby got repainted, no permanent harm done.”

Banned? Wait a second. He did know who this lady was. He’d heard Arik
mention something about a cousin on his father’s side visiting for a
bit. His words were actually, “Damned uncle asked me to let the brat
come and hide out for a bit while some kind of calamity blows over in
her hometown.”To which Leo replied, “You know you can use the word ‘no’. I find it
quite effective if I don’t want to get embroiled in unsavory
situations.” The word no helped prevent a lot of unnecessary chaos.

Arik had laughed. “Say no to my uncle? Not happening. You haven’t met
him yet. He’s the one guy I know who would make you look normal sized
and when he’s not threatening to twist you into a pretzel, he’s the
nicest guy you ever met. He’s also besieged by a set of troublemaking
daughters.”

Both of whom had been banned by the previous pride alpha for causing too much damage and being a general nuisance.

While she had only recently arrived, Leo could already understand why
the old king banished her. “You’re that troublemaker from out West,
aren’t you?”

“Me, a troublemaker?” She fluttered her lashes. The problem was, with
a mouth like hers, twisted into a smirk, she failed at the whole
innocent look. “No, that’s my sister, Teena. I’m Meena, her twin, more
commonly known as catastrophe. But you can call me your mate.”

With that, she flung herself on him and planted a big, juicy smooch on his lips.

And he liked it.

Rawr.

Chapter Two

Okay, so maybe throwing herself on a stranger and planting a big ol’
kiss on his stern lips wasn’t the most ladylike thing to do. Then again,
Meena had failed her decorum classes—more than once—which drove her
mother absolutely mental.

In her defense, she didn’t see why a woman needed to learn how to
simper, curtsy, or wait for a man to open the door. If it had a handle
and her hands weren’t full, then why the hell couldn’t she open it
herself?

Her manners teacher also said nice girls didn’t plant smooches on
boys. Oh and tell them they were fated mates. That kind of thing tended
to freak a guy out.

Freaked or not, he didn’t shove her away. As a matter of fact, he let
his tongue shove its way into her mouth for a fun and slippery dance. A
very short dance that proved quite titillating while it lasted.

“Check it out! Leo’s making out with Meena!”

The shouted interruption really deserved a smack, but apparently that
wasn’t allowed either, at least not with family members, even distantly
related ones.